Arm Chair Anon.

>One second, you lady is getting fucked infront of you, the next, you are in the middle of some village.
>WHAT THE FOOK!? WHERE THE SHIT AHM AHH?
>Are those small little horses?
>"What is it?" One of them asks.
>AHM YER WORST FOOKIN' NIGHTMARE!
>Trying to rock back and forth, you suddenly are lifted into the air.
>Seems like that purple horse right in front of you is lifting you up with, magic?
>U fookin' wot m8?
>I'll fookin' rek ya.
>She does some her magic on you, and now you feel funny.
>Really funny.
"What the shat did you do tah meh, purple horse?"
>What the Fook?
"Did ahh jus' talk?"
>The horses look to you, and one asks what you are.
"Ahm an-"
>Suddenly some disgusting little shit shows up.
>"Hellooo, My little ponies! Have you had your daily allowance of chaos yet?"
>Wot tha fook is he?
"OI, WOT THA FOOK ARE YA, M8?"
>Suddenly he looks to you, "Who taught him to speak? Because, it certainly wasn't me."
>"Discord! What are you doing here?" Purple horse yells.
>Suddenly he looks more evil than before, "To turn you all to my will of course."
>He snaps his fingers and then, all the horses turn grey.
>But should you care?
>No.
>Because you are an Arm Chair.